Someone told me once the term originated with the intended function of identifying for those hellraisers who had toiled all day in the fields and had sunburns on the back of their necks… growing up in North Carolina I happen to know that’s just a load of pooey.

Trashy southerners is tuned into some fucked up frequency us fine normies can’t and don’t want to comprehend.

Not Faulkner or Wolfe or any of those southerners. The dumb ones. The ones who say “Hay, hol’ my beer an watch this…” and then tumble off a cliff howling on their souped up riding lawnmower.

On second thought, it occurs to me I’ve known some fine people and some really great truck drivers you really wouldn’t want to say that to. & on second second thought, people like that probably exist everywhere and could be labelled in any number of ways.

Maybe you weren’t serious. I’ll go speculate on that for a few hours. Then I’ll toy with bringing my southern accent back. It’s a really lame story as to why I discarded it. Maybe I lost something in the process. Maybe. MAYBE. & I need to add another layer to my dwindling charm. Like… Matthew MocConahey charm.

HEY… who’s blog is this anyway?

I was thinking this weekend wouldn’t it be funny if cordage making became the trendy thing to do during lecture. I’ve done it.

That’s awesome, Penny! I just pictured an entire college class working on primitive skills: flintknapping here, twining cordage there, weaving baskets down front, boiling water with hot rocks by the fire exit.

My mom has a great story about a blind chicken and its best friend. Apparently, they are more empathetic than you would think.

I found this link about portland chickens:

http://www.portlandonline.com/northportland/index.cfm?a=ficbf&c=dfbeg

I’ve also recently learned how hip it is some cities/suburbia to keep chickens. I live in Richmond, VA, and I was psyched to learn that I might have my own chickens right here in my urban back yard. Unfortunately, I’ve also learned that there’s a city ordinance against keeping them since my house isn’t more than 500 feet away from my neighbor’s. I’ve thought about just getting a couple anyway, talking to my neighbors about it, and seeing what happens. I haven’t had eggs in 12 years, so I’m really into the idea, but haven’t gone through with it. Is Portland more open to it? Are there restrictions? Are you just saying fuck it to the restrictions? Make sure to post more about this. Thanks!

chickens are pretty trendy here in my neck of the woods, too. wait, i’m in akransas. so i guess “trendy” isn’t the best word to describe it unless you mean “trend” in the sense of economic trends over the past 200 years among euro-centric settlers. plus tyson and george’s are just up the road from me in springdale, ark, where they’re having their annual “feather fest” sometime this month.

my family tried to raise a few chickens when i was a kid, but our dogs kept eating them. i remember that i was supposed to be mad at the dogs for eating our chickens, but i couldn’t blame them. it made sense to me.

anyway, i guess it’s a dog-eat-chicken world out there.